Hleba I igara - Riblja Čorba

Tuci burazeru u koznu krusku

udri, majstore, razbij mu njusku,

sve dok ne oboris majmune brate,

nece umeti da te shvate.

Nece umeti da te cene,

ako ih tuces na poene

udri rodjeni, sarani stoku,

sravni sa zemljom, pljuni po oku.

Prospi mu mozak, bubreg odvali,

polomi kosti i kicmu budali,

neka ga olade i desna i leva,

prospi mu mozak, prospi mu creva.

Udri medju rogove da popije patos

posle mu kupi svecu za parastos,

oplavi labrnju, razbij arkadu,

sevni mu aperkat pravo u bradu.

Dok nas iznutra grickaju crvi,

hocemo sveze crvene krvi,

zato ga ubij, zato ga smrvi,

hleba, igara i mnogo krvi.

Beat your brother in a leather pear

strike, master, smash his snout,

until you bring down the monkey brother,

they won't be able to understand you.

He won't be able to appreciate you,

if you beat them to points

hit the natives, carp cattle,

flatten the ground, spit on the eye.

His brain spilled, his kidney fell off,

break the bones and spine of fools,

let the right and the left cool it,

spill his brains, spill his guts.

Strike among the horns to drink the pathos

then buy him a candle for the memorial service,

plunder the labrnja, break the arcade,

sew his uppercut straight into his chin.

While worms are biting us from the inside,

we want fresh red blood,

so kill him, so crush him,

bread, games and lots of blood.